If words could bind you,
I would say whatever it took
to make you stay, and
maybe then this poem would keep you.
Hold you hostage in the trenches
of my selfish desire.
I would slip love notes like stones
into your pocket to anchor you
to this moment, this riverbed of lonely.
It kills the animal in me to see the
silhouette of your body
against the light of dawn, leaving.
The moon is a snapping coyote that
wants to steal you away from me
but if I can keep it at bay,
if I can muzzle its snout,
if I can bear the burden of night
on my back, then maybe you’ll still
be here when I wake up.
But darkness keeps
pummeling my windows with its heavy
fists; baby, I think we’re running
out of time now.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling,
I cannot keep the night
from coming in.
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“Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that’s ok with them.”— Alain de Botton
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